There is a wonton stall on the long street. On a clean small table, there are two large bowls of steaming wontons, with coriander floating on them, sprinkled with some spicy oil, and fragrant.

Zhou Wangchao looked at Chu Yunqing who was devouring food in front of him, touching the lost banana fan in his hand, and felt a little complicated.

I can't say I hate this boy named Chu, I just have a few old punches. When I was young, I suffered a lot more pain than this. What's more, it was mostly misunderstandings.

But to say he likes her, that's definitely out of the question. He considers himself a gentle man who is well-read in poetry and books, but Chu Yunqing is a reckless man who uses his fists whenever he is in doubt. He doesn't like her.

However, the other party was quite sensible. Zhou Wangchao thought that he probably guessed his identity as an alchemist and was afraid of being tricked by him, so he returned the banana fan to him for ten taels of silver.

This is quite good.

Zhou Wangchao was a little pleased. He was stroking his beard with one hand and holding a banana fan in the other, and couldn't help but look at it.

Chu Yunqing was eating wontons. He glanced at him when he had time and asked, "If you don't want to eat, what are you doing with this fan?"

When Zhou Wangchao heard this, he glanced at him and snorted, "Fan? You fool, do you know what kind of fan this is?"

Chu Yunqing couldn't stand others speaking in a condescending tone, so he rolled his eyes and said, "Panana fan."

Zhou Wangchao choked, indeed, this fan is a banana fan.

He was not angry, "Then do you know its function?"

In his heart, he had already guessed that the bastard in front of him would say "fan the wind".

But obviously, Chu Yunqing was very different from the reckless man he knew.

Someone Chu looked at him as if he were a fool and said, "Relieve your strength and turn it into strength."

Zhou Wangchao was stunned.

"You, how do you know?" He opened his mouth, in disbelief.

Chu Yunqing drank the soup in the bowl and wiped his mouth, "You just used this fan that day, and the punch I punched lost seven or eight percent of its strength. I was the one who punched it, so I can still have no idea?"

Zhou Wangchao's face turned a little red. He felt that he had been looked down upon, especially the look in his eyes, which made him feel humiliated.

"Then you clearly know the power of this fan, why are you still willing to sell it to me for ten taels of silver?" He said with a pinched neck: "If someone knew the use of this fan, it would be sold for more than ten thousand taels."

Chu Yunqing looked at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled, "I thought that the so-called alchemist would be such a person. After a long time, he is just a common man."

Zhou Wangchao frowned.

"Taoist, how much is your fan worth? I'm not greedy." Chu Yunqing said, "I took your fan that day because you attacked me first, so I have to pay for it, right?"

Zhou Wangchao couldn't understand it for a while.

"This is the principle in the world. Just like when you bumped into me on the street and tried to steal the fan back, it makes sense for me to punch you back." Chu Yunqing looked at him and said, "I was worried just now. For money, you are also in urgent need of this fan. This fan originally belonged to you, so I will sell it to you for ten taels, which is considered as clear money. Do you understand?"

Zhou Wangchao understood it, but found it difficult to understand this so-called 'reason'.

In his mind, not to mention that it was an insignificant matter, from a purely value perspective, the two were not equal at all, especially since he only spent a mere 10 taels of silver on two shabby booklets from a roadside shop.

Things like this are simply unacceptable to him.

Chu Yunqing didn't care. After eating and drinking, he was leaving with the two booklets in his arms.

"Hey, wait a minute." Zhou Wangchao called him quickly.

"I gave you the fan, what else can I do?" Chu Yunqing asked.

Hearing the impatience in his words, Zhou Wangchao felt suffocated in his chest. He thought that he, Zhou, was considered the number one person in the capital. The princes and nobles had to respect him wherever he went.

This reckless man’s hands have been shriveled time and time again?

"Humph!" Zhou Wangchao just snorted, but when he thought about the temperament of the person in front of him, his tone and expression softened.

He cleared his throat and asked, "Have you ever practiced mystical arts?"

Chu Yunqing had already stood up at this time. Hearing the words, he thought about it and neither admitted nor denied it.

Zhou Wangchao was overjoyed in his heart and asked quickly: "What is the mysterious art you have learned?"

Chu Yunqing looked at him sideways and said nothing.

At the right time, there were clouds in the sky that blocked the sun. Chu Yunqing was already tall and strong, but now he was even stronger. With his back to the sun, he was casting a dark shadow in front of him.

Zhou Wangchao's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly felt pressure.

"Don't get me wrong." He said quickly, "I just feel that the mysticism you learn seems to come from the same school as mine."

"Who are you from?" Chu Yunqing asked.

If it were anyone else, this kind of question would definitely not be easy to answer, especially for an alchemist.

They are not like Jianghu people, who exchange names when they meet, talk about their origins, or maybe have the same background, so that everyone can just make friends.

Alchemists are different in that they will not easily expose the mystical arts they have learned and where their inheritance lies. If you reveal too much, you will lose the mystery and it will be easier for others to see through the truth.

Zhou Wangchao did not hide anything, and his tone did not lose his arrogance. He said directly: "Zhou was born in the Qingjing Sect."

And until this moment, he had not revealed his name.

Chu Yunqing nodded and said, "Then you must feel wrong."

"What?" Zhou Wangchao was stunned.

"I have learned a little bit about mystical arts, but I can't compare with the Qingjing Sect." Chu Yunqing said.

Zhou Wangchao obviously didn't believe it. He smiled slightly and said, "You and I have dealt with each other several times. Don't you still believe Zhou?"

Chu Yunqing nodded calmly.

Zhou Wangchao couldn't help but feel angry, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Chu Yunqing suddenly became interested, "How did you know that I possess mystical skills?"

"Haha." Zhou Wangchao smiled enigmatically, stroking his beard and saying nothing.

"Goodbye then." Chu Yunqing glanced at him, turned around and left.

"Huh?" Zhou Wangchao was startled. He was just about to whet the opponent's appetite, but he didn't expect that this kid actually didn't follow common sense and left immediately.

"Aren't you going to ask any more questions?" he shouted.

Chu Yunqing did not look back.

"What a fool." Zhou Wangchao gritted his teeth, but when he saw the banana fan in his hand, he immediately beamed and even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes melted away.

"My dear, you have suffered a lot these past few days."

…

While Chu Yunqing and Zhou Wangchao were eating wontons, there were also people eating wontons in the prison.

In this cold and humid place, the light of the torches does not warm people at all, but makes them feel even more boring and unbearable.

The sound of chewing and swallowing soup was especially clear in the silence.

This is the depths of the prison. Behind several empty cells, there is only one cell containing people.

At this time, the people in the cell were squatting on the ground, devouring wontons.

His hair was disheveled, there was still blood on his body, some wounds were still bleeding, his body would tremble from time to time, the hands holding the bowl were scarred, and there were chains hanging on his ankles.

He is Chen Wu.

Opposite, a chair covered with soft fur was placed at the door of the cell, and An Qinghe sat comfortably on the chair.

He looked at Chen Wu who was eating wontons in the cell with a smile on his face, but there was disdain and pity in his eyes.

Is this what Taiyuan Prefecture is known as the Fifth Master?

Even an iron-clad man is just like a dog if he is tortured every day and then starved for several days before being given some food.

An Qinghe was a little disappointed, but also a little curious.

Disappointingly, maybe the Yuan Xing Gang is nothing more than that. After all, they are just members of a gang. It’s just that the world of Taiyuan Prefecture is so unpopular that the Yuan Xing Gang family is the only one.

What I'm curious about is, what would happen if the person opposite me at this time was Yan Hongran?

He was suddenly looking forward to it and felt inexplicably excited.

In the cell, Chen Wu's eyes were hidden behind his messy hair. As he turned his single eye, he saw the changing expression of the man outside the cell door.

He lowered his eyelids, drank the last sip of soup in the bowl, then burped beautifully, lay on the ground, and hummed comfortably, as if he could cover up the pain of the injury.

An Qinghe waved his hand, and the jailer on the side stepped forward and knocked on the cell door.

Chen Wu glanced at it and handed over the sea bowl in his hand very cooperatively.

"You go down first." An Qinghe said, and the jailer withdrew.

"Are you full?" An Qinghe asked.

"Be full for three minutes." Chen Wu's voice was a little hoarse, as if he was enduring pain.

"I didn't expect you have such a big appetite." An Qinghe said.

Chen Wudao: "I can usually eat a leg of lamb every meal."

"I've heard of it." An Qinghe nodded and said, "Chen Wuye is fond of meat. There was a drought in Taiyuan Prefecture the year before last, and the people couldn't eat, so they all sat outside your house smelling the smell of meat to satisfy their hunger."

Chen Wu laughed, as if he was pleased with himself.
To be continued...